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It started already. I'll just add to this post as I go.

I'm sad to report that now the badge is stuck in my backpack so the joke is once again on me.

Friends

I make friends easily. People who I want to spend time with are a rarity still, usually I just don't care enough to go and do something with someone. Really, really good friends get my piano rating, which will break my back one day.

New Jersey sucks, and I will never understand how anyone wants to live here, but sure as hell I had fun  and leaving was made easy by a friend who installed radar detectors to my car last night. I think he just wanted to get rid of me faster, but the other possibility is also a real one: in this fucked up world, there are real people still who actually care about others.

Cheers mate, best present ever, if we forget the painting. I'm even willing to forget you laughing your ass off while I was having the Candy melt down last night. I'm out of here, and no photos from this state, there is absolutely nothing to see in a few hours since I'll be gone again.

Leg taped up. Coffee inhaled. Peter all packed up.

Germans: All of us are not idiots. Can I next time around get a version that doesn't demand hours out of my life taken away while getting these all away?

On the post a picture can be found about how well the hornet Peter blends in. I really fucked up with the color.

Peter II

One red eye later I found myself from Philly. It turns out this city sucks.

Anyway, one or two texts later a friend of mine picked me up, gave me coffee, laughed at my face " Nice to see you and all, you look like shit". Fuck you too beauty queen!

Anyway, coffee, hotel, shower, coffee and car dealer. Bank took the longest time on the whole trip, get over this check shit already, take a memo from us guys.

Here it is, Peter II

The mandatory coffee mug is on the hood, since it was a great name giving ceremony. Peter II got no love from me, since the sentimental idiot in me misses Peter I, and there is chrome on it. And a badge. I haven't slept much in the last two days, but it took time to park that so  I don't have to see a lot of the shiny parts. I see a new obsession arising.

I was so out of it this morning, I can't even remember how it drove. Apparently from A to B, since I just woke up from a hotel bed full of my stuff and the dealers gifts. That dude is not half bad, almost human I mean, and the guy who actually tried to explain things to me while I had no brain function left was probably a saint. After two hours of sleep I kind of feel like calling then and apologizing for showing up without giving them any notice, but the truth is that they get normal people every day. Maybe now they appreciate them more.

I had a fight with the sat nav already, and because of me being an adult, I shut it off. Turns out my memory isn't as good as I thought, and a little side tour was made. I have got to get the hell out of here tonight, and Candy will not be ordering me around anymore.

I'm pretty sure this is the ugliest eco shit box ever made. Thank Coffee is saw it after the paper work was done, otherwise I would have walked out of there because of the fear of ending up in one one day.

 Now I will see if Peter II can hold a candle to my former companion. Wyoming here I come again!

After Chicago, Lakes, and a few other things, so law enforcement has time to devour their donuts and all. Gimme a couple of days, will you?!

Peter I

I want my Peter the first back.

The little thing had had a bad life. Driven around by people who didn't care, and he was so happy little thing when shown a little bit of open roads. Gear box was a joke, interior was a bit sad, but hell if we didn't manage to make the first part of this fun. Also as a way to travel car beats airlines every time.

Peter the first taught me how to park again, how not to fuck up the front, how to buy stuff I'm now stuck carrying around. Peter also made damn sure I know I drive like a shit head from the west. Because of all this Peter II will have an easier life.I almost cancelled my plane ticket and drove trough the country.

The task might have been a bit too big, and apparently they have updated the flight rules again, so I spent a lot of time thinking if I really need any of this stuff. Unfortunately I do like them all, and I will need them on my way back, I spent the day meeting the two idiots who now probably will laugh at me even more, but A& M, I made it, so even if I pack 3 times the shit we used to have with us, I now am old enough to drive! And magic does happen!

See guys, I still rock at this shit.

Anyway, thanks for the afternoon. If you ever come to my way again, I can make you scared now even more.

Denver had beautiful little roads, and extremely aware police force. There is this little road I would gladly pay a lot to get closed for a day. Europe has it's merits, but if only health and safety stickers could be banned for a day, this would not be a bad place.

Anyway, Peter the first and I took one last drive. Thank you Denver, I won't come again since apparently I know people there.

Thousands of miles away, and STILL stuck with an Audi.

 How about a coffee and an apple?

I loved that little thing, he made it possible for me to see the roads again. He took care of my stuff, and I didn't have to carry it around. Bye Peter the first. I will be forgotten, but the name will live on.

Denver

Altitude and alcohol. Enough said.

I have to say I have turned into an art form this pissing off people thing I have going on. Last night I went out to get dinner and a drink, and met this beautiful girl. Seriously, this state has the ladies. Anyway we were talking about travelings and men, the last being the topic women always go for after a drink is devoured.

So I told her about my inability to hoover or clean in any way, I told her about me doing the car stuff and that when I rule the universe, women are not allowed to do the house hold shit.

There was this guy standing next to me, and I just pointed ad him and said you, you know how to clean? He said yes, I said you are a smart man, wait are you a man? He said yes, and I said are you sure, it looks like you haven't seen your penis in a while. He was kind enough to shout at me for a long time, apparently no one had told him to stop eating everything on sight. I may have said that too.

Let it be told here, so I may finally learn not to drink while high up in the clouds.

Lups, grow up. Seriously. Stop being a bitch, and just grow up. And never ever vodka again.

If he ever reads this, I'm sorry. And the hangover is kicking my ass right now, so I really got what I deserved. Anyway, here is Denver.



I'll go away in a few hours, I swear. And I'm almost sorry. And the Hyatt hotel makes a kick ass breakfast for the dying one. I'll head out to the mountains soon, if I can find a post office here first. Anyway, here are the pictures.

 Yeah, the wings really sealed the deal.

 I think I'm done with American food. Everything here sucks big time.

 I had to take a picture of this, since a note says not to climb it. I was pretty sure this would be the reason I get arrested but fortunately I didn't find this statue again. The growing up is a work in progress.

Oh shit I did not deserve this, but damn it was good.

Heaven

I have seen most of Europe. I've seen cities, architectural monuments, art and I have even seen kindness of other humans. What I saw in Wyoming was beyond and above everything experienced before. Most of the time it felt suffocating, one can feel the history and the weight of being a white girl from the old world kind of got to me. Reservations suck.

I tried to take pictures of the place but there is no way one can get it into a photo. If anyone wants a tip where to go, I highly recommend this state.

Yellowstone

I have always wanted to go there. Pictures alone from that place are always beautiful, but the truth is that because of our education system, we kind of end up with a lot of not needed information and while in school we get tested in these things. Old Faithful eruption time is one of the things I should have remembered in a test a long time ago, and I messed it up. For anyone who cares, it's 2.15 pm, give or take ten minutes.

So Peter and I started the trip on a Tuesday around four pm and made our way over the night to Yellowstone. We made good time, and arrived at 5 am. The only break I took besides to go to a hotels parking lot just to decide to keep on driving was at this truck stop. At three am I needed a bit of food and water, but as a tip to any other female doing this sort of things, if it's called a truck stop, don't go in at night. I bravely took off as soon as I saw a trucker, I might be brave and an idiot, but I'm not that dumb usually.

My thing has always been driving at night, the streets are empty and one can push it a little. By night one meets the interesting people and sees stuff no other time offers and the shadows make world more beautiful. This being said, I highly do not recommend gas stations in Idaho at night. Their way of interesting personalities is not as nice as you might think, but apparently it's a good way to make money. A man in a gas station was so sure I deal drugs, he refused to go away.  The guy kept on insisting I have to sell him something good, so I finally took his money and gave him some chocolate. I now am a proud owner of a twenty dollar bill, or was till I bought JD with it.


 The last two hours were spent in a horrible fog while every animal in the world tried to run under me, and going 20- 30 miles per hour got me so sleepy, I had to go and run around the car every once in a while. Not the best way to spend morning hours I assure you, but I got there only to realize that I wasn't the only one with the idea of seeing Yellowstone at summer time. After the thing shown below, life was starting to look up again

After an hour of sleep, I hit the town to get a tent and a sleeping bag, a knife and food. I laughed when I looked at the trunk, and as you can see below, it was hilarious sight.

All done with the shopping, it started to rain. My ego is huge, and I never back down for any reason, but to be honest, at that time I decided that if I'm to go and be bear food, I'll do it while the sun is up. The pretty painful ankle agreed with me, and a confirmation email about the down payment for the car had just gone trough made me decide to keep on driving. Now I have to figure out what the hell I am to do with the knife after Peter I and I break up, I think taking it to the airport will not be wise. Also, the tent and the sleeping bag are now just annoying luggage, but at least I have yet an other idiotic shopping story to tell.

Anyway, an eagle, bad drivers who pull over with no indication beforehand and a buffalo, three apples and one Old faithful later, I went back to the thing I'm good at: changing my mind. I was going to drive somewhere around the great lakes, but desert sounded pretty damn good after all the water in Yellowstone. I would be broke already if I booked rooms before arriving to the destination.

Here are the mandatory shots of Yellowstone.

These are the shittiest shoes btw for anything. It turns out shopping by color is not the way to go.